A Little Ditty about Jack in the City
This is a little ditty about Jack in the City. He’s out of the box after putting on his socks.
Red radish rivers ripple
as squinting stones view doorways unknown – now silently sinking and awed.
A quay unknown to the throng
Yep, they were wrong.
Apprentices and lizards sliver as scarlet feathered birds flutter in the wind to give and take Mother Nature.
A guild of honorable women drapers
Drums pound amongst bandits
in the firelight, the story repeats
to reveal new insight.
Temperance, virtue, vexation, a vale of tears
The water reveals
The stallion was fake, and delivery was at stake.
A decoy, just a boy.